Reborn with Infinity Skill Points, I Enslaved All Universes-Chapter 206 --Goddess of Gold & Silver

Across the entire world,

the Favored had completely become the street rats that everyone wanted to beat down.

They had no choice but to hide and scrape by in secret, barely surviving to this day.

In fact, many of the Favored had already begun questioning whether they should change their faith.

After all, having believed in a Fake God like Kalthor, they had indeed gained significant power at a great cost.

Under normal circumstances, they were capable of crushing other Awakeners of the same level with ease.

But the issue was that the Infinite Divine Temple now provided even stronger buffs and blessings—

and the most crucial point was that all it required was faith.

No sacrifice, no exchange of essence, no soul-binding contracts. Just belief.

When you compared the two side by side, the superior choice was obvious.

Only a fool would still choose to stick with the Favored.

Why cling to something that costs you dearly and returns so little?

Unless someone had a door slam their head shut, who in their right mind would still remain loyal to that path?

It was all pain with no reward. Did they really think people were idiots?

So, among the Favored, the majority had already renounced their old beliefs and embraced a new life.

Only the most devout, the fanatically faithful, still lingered in the dark,

trembling in the corners of the world, spending their days praying and hiding in fear.

But what they hadn’t expected—was that today, that long-awaited day would finally arrive.

The great Kalthor had resurrected!

As they cheered in joy, ready to welcome back this god-like existence—

A new notification appeared right before their eyes.

[Human Daniel has slain Kalthor.]

When they saw this message, those pious Favored were stunned into silence.

They couldn’t believe it—couldn’t even begin to process how things had turned out this way.

The great Kalthor had only just returned from the void.

How could he be killed in the blink of an eye by someone like Daniel?

And it wasn’t just anyone—this was Kalthor!

An entity so close to godhood that even mentioning his name used to make people tremble.

How could Daniel possibly kill him?

Every single Favored stared blankly, eyes full of disbelief and confusion.

They had no idea what to do next. They didn’t even know which direction their future was supposed to take.

From heaven to hell—sometimes it took only a second.

By instinct alone, many of the Favored didn’t want to believe it.

They wanted to deny reality, to turn away from this truth.

But whether they believed it or not—this was reality.

It had already happened.

What on earth had just occurred?

What exactly had Daniel done?

Meanwhile, deep within the abyss, Daniel stood calmly before the shattered remains of corpses.

These were Kalthor’s remains.

Perhaps they could be refined into rare materials.

Without hesitation, Daniel activated [Gather] and [Soul Drain], collecting Kalthor’s entire soul into a single vessel.

A divine soul—now wholly his.

Artist City

In the vibrant, multicultural capital known as Artist City,

a young woman named Ally stepped into a quaint café.

Thanks to the efforts of powerhouses from all races,

Artist City had become one of the most luxurious cosmopolitan centers in the multiverse.

"Ally, it’s been a long time."

Upon hearing that voice, Ally instinctively turned around.

"We finally meet again."

"Yeah... it’s not easy, you know. The gods strictly forbade us from appearing in public. There was nothing I could do!"

As they chatted idly, more and more people quietly entered the city. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

They were all god devotees—faithful followers of different gods who had been hiding for years.

Even Ally didn’t know their whereabouts before this.

"So, after all these years... have any of you improved your strength?" Ally asked curiously.

A burly man among them answered,

"Our god values potential more than raw strength. I’m average in terms of potential, so my ranking has never really changed."

God devotees weren’t limited to the few Daniel had encountered before.

In fact, every god had a team of at least a dozen devotees beneath them.

These forces usually remained dormant, hidden away from the world,

only reemerging during cataclysmic events like the millennial Apocalypse.

Right then, another figure appeared—Charles.

As always, he wore an ostentatious formal outfit, radiating a flamboyant and somewhat peculiar charisma.

"My, my! I’m terribly late. Please accept my apologies."

"By the way, Ally, is everyone here yet?" he asked with a grin.

Ally glanced at him, eyes filled with subtle suspicion.

"How would I know? Don’t ask me."

"Oh come on, why are you still so wary of me? That last time was just a harmless prank,"

Charles chuckled as he turned to greet the others warmly.

"Long time no see, everyone. If any of you are in need of goods, you know where to find me.

Since we’re friends, I’ll even give you a discount!"

But the other god devotees all scoffed at his words.

After all, no one knew better than they did just what kind of person Charles really was.

They’d all been duped by him one way or another over the years.

Not a single word that came out of his mouth was worth believing.

Still, in truth—this might be the only time in the past thousand years

that all the god devotees had gathered together in one place.

And it was all because of one person: Daniel.

Suddenly, a new voice echoed through the room—a voice laced with seductive charm,

so much so that just hearing it made one feel parched and breathless.

"Charles... I heard your little plan failed."

"You probably didn’t expect Artist City to fall into Daniel’s hands, did you?"

"And as for your god’s wishes... I suppose they were in vain. Daniel didn’t become one of your devotees after all."

Charles merely smiled at her words.

"Isabella, long time no see. But tell me—what makes you so sure our plan failed?"

"Isn’t it possible that everything has gone exactly as the Luck Goddess intended?"

"The powers of gods are vast and inscrutable. What we see may only be the surface."

"But let’s not bicker. I imagine we all gathered here today for more than just arguments."

"If no one objects, I suggest we exchange intelligence first."

"If I’m not mistaken, this millennial Apocalypse originates from Aurelia, doesn’t it?"

As Charles finished speaking, he slowly raised his head toward the sky.

The shattered heavens, the swirling silver energy—all unmistakable signs of her descent.

On the other side, Ally stretched lazily like a cat and replied with a sigh:

"That’s right. The Goddess of Gold & Silver—Aurelia.

She’s trying to descend upon this world.

And according to the Moon Goddess, our task is to stop her."

"Who would’ve thought that the very goddess who appeared to be resisting the Apocalypse,

turns out to be the core disaster of this Apocalypse herself?"

After she said this, nearly all the god devotees present instinctively nodded in agreement.

Their intelligence had been eerily similar.

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